“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?”- unknown
I’m eating cookies on a hot summer afternoon.
I’m looking at nature, when it is at its most beautiful.
I’m finding friends, with a turtle in my hand.
I’m looking at fiction books, on a quiet afternoon.
I’m animals, exploring the wonders of the world.
I’m video games, playing secretly in the whispering night!
I’m not celery, sticking their noses in my tummy.
I’m not rock music, ruining everyone’s ears.
I’m not non-fiction books, boring people to death slowly.
I’m not a mean person, the one that makes you cry.
I’m eating cookies on a hot summer afternoon.
I’m looking at nature, when it is at its most beautiful.
I’m finding friends, with a turtle in my hand.
I’m looking at fiction books, on a quiet afternoon.
I’m animals, exploring the wonders of the world.
I’m video games, playing secretly in the whispering night!
I’m not celery, sticking their noses in my tummy.
I’m not rock music, ruining everyone’s ears.
I’m not non-fiction books, boring people to death slowly.
I’m not a mean person, the one that makes you cry.
I’m NOT bullies, the ones that ruin your life.
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